I stopped where I would spend the night. I replied that I do not know yet, but apparently, one of my friends will invite. Valya said: "Come to us." Nastya, too, somehow embarrassed, said: "You can stop with me too." Somehow, of course, we went outside with her and went to the side of the school. When she reached the school, she showed the house where she lives and said again: “If there is no place, then come to spend the night with me. Do not be afraid. I live alone". We broke up.

The alumni meeting was very vibrant and fun. Memories, stories, jokes, laughter. By evening, organized a feast, dancing. Nastya never left my head. I was stuck. I was just thinking about her. Some kind of passion took hold of me. In the midst of the evening I quietly left.

It was about nine in the evening. Nastya was at home. She seemed surprised at my arrival, but I could feel it - I waited. and she had a beautiful dress fitting her full figure, which emphasized all her virtues. It was evident that she had everything with her. Now she looked much more attractive than there in the store. I got a bottle of brandy from a diplomat, a box of chocolates and apples that I brought with me from Ovosibirsk. She started to make a fuss to organize a dinner, but I refused:

- Let's better drink and talk.

They drank, the conversation somehow did not go. Some kind of tension was felt. I asked her:

- Remember?

Is silent.

- Do you remember how you taught me to kiss?

Is silent. Then she said so softly:

- Sorry. Young was a fool.

I smiled:

- Yes, that you, Nastya!

He hugged her, leaned over and began to kiss her lips tightly. I sucked her lips with such force, with such passion, that she even moaned a little, apparently from pain. I felt a shiver in her body. Not looking up from the kiss, I took her rough, rough hand and thrust it into my pants with a confident movement. It was all in such tension that it was simply impossible to keep him. Her hand trembled a little, but she did not pull it out, although she did not make any movements. Passion gripped me with incredible strength, and, apparently, and her. I got up, picked her up from the chair and led her to the bed that was nearby. She did not resist, did not say anything. It seemed that she was in some kind of shock. I quickly took off her dress. And then I noticed how huge her chest. and it was, apparently, the largest bra, and still his chest bulged out of its edges. I unbuttoned and removed the bra, pulled the panties down. All silently. I see her all pounding. My hands are shaking too. Having laid her on the bed, I quickly threw off my clothes and lay down next to her. I started kissing her, first lips, neck, chest, stroked her hand. I saw and felt her full body. It was unusual for me. Then I reached my hand to the place to which she pulled me many many years ago, as a boy. Now I skillfully caressed her, stroked, squeezed. She was moaning a little, her ass doing some kind of convulsive movements. “U, what are you, Vanya? Come on, ”she finally whispered and tried to help me lie down on her hands. With her hand, she sent my dick into the vagina. It was so wet there. And here I felt the same movements that I first experienced there, under a haystack. She lifted me up and my dick went completely into the vagina. Dropping down, she so squeezed the muscles of his vagina my dick, that he could barely go out. It was indescribable pleasure. and one woman with whom I had sexual intercourse did not do so, only she. Moments she lifted me so high and remained a few seconds in such a position that it seemed to me that I was lying on a high mountain. At the same time, she tried to press me even stronger with her hands. Then she abruptly lowered and everything began again. The next such ascent, when she literally made the bridge, I reached my apogee. A moan escaped me. incomprehensible even to myself - the groan of a wild beast.I poured sperm into her, probably a whole glass, because she wiped several times and said: “Everything flows and flows. How much did you pour in there? ”

For a while we lay silent. I seem to have even nodded, clinging to her. Then, as if concentrating again, I began to stroke her again. I noticed that she had tears in her eyes. I ask:

- Why are you crying? Anything wrong? Did I hurt you?

- em, - she answers, - do not pay attention.

She tried to put a robe on herself, but I persuaded her to remain in the form in which she was. She felt embarrassed, but agreed. They sat down, drank two glasses of cognac, I tried to say something, even joke, but the conversation did not go well. She said it was time to sleep. When I reached the bed I hugged her and started kissing again. My cock began to swell and was again ready to go. I pressed against her so tightly that she felt him on her body. I put it across the bed, the bed was high and rather soft. She did not want: "why so?" I insisted. Standing by the bed I raised her legs, so thick, powerful. I opened a great picture. Having introduced my penis into the vagina, I well saw how he entered and left, saw her huge breasts, her face with closed eyes and the emotions that it expressed when I, before refusing, introduced the penis into her inside. She also worked the muscles of her vagina, but they were not as strong as in the position when I was lying on her.

This time I worked for a very long time, probably fifteen minutes, I still could not finish. When I finished and fell on her, it was all wet. It was evident that she was tired, either from an excess of orgasm, or from her work.

In the morning, waking up very early, I saw that she was not sleeping, lying on her back with her eyes open. Thinks.

My mood was good, and she did. Yesterday's stiffness and tension disappeared somewhere. We started joking. I once again recognized that astyu, a fun, carefree one that I knew many years ago. My member responded quickly, especially since she took it in hand. Now she perched on me. I had a feeling that she would crush me. Oh, she worked so well that I was unusually pleased, although I never loved that position. The picture was no less picturesque than the one when she lay across the bed. Especially impressed with her breasts - they swayed so that my hands involuntarily stretched towards her. I suggested to her from behind. She quickly got down and stood in the appropriate position. What a pleasure I experienced. This ass can only dream. She worked the same way: she sucked my dick when I put it in and firmly held it with my muscles when I put it out. I stroked her white, big ass, clasping it with my own hands and worked, worked. The orgasm was so strong that I was just overwhelmed. I fell next to her: "Everything, Nastya, I can not anymore."

After lying for a while, Nastya began to kiss me so strongly and passionately, as if she were raping me. Having calmed down, she said: “You would know, Vanya, what happiness came to me. This is the best moment of my life. Where did you come from, my angel? em, I do not regret at all that I once seduced you. Apparently, this is fate. ”

She told something about herself, about her life. I understood that she spoke sincerely. She was so unhappy.

It was already the seventh hour of the morning. She had to go to work, to the farm. I had to go home. We had breakfast, talked about this, about this. I took my diplomat. She came out to accompany me. At the gate, she said softly: "Come, Wan." I laughed, kissed her and said: "Farewell, Nastya."